I was going through my usual withdrawal stuff, you know, the shakes, attending AA meetings (Atheists Anonymous), and overmedicating. I thought seriously about suicide and wondered if it would be ironic if I threw myself off of a church steeple. Couldn't decide, so I didn't bother.
But for a day my panic attacks were fully justified. A day without nogodsforme was pretty much the same as hearing, oh, I dunno,something like that Donald Trump was running for president. Oh wait, that did happen while we were gone. Jeez, it was worse than I thought!
I'm all better now. Except I forgot all the brilliant stuff I was going to say to BS and skep, et al. But for awhile, I thought I was gonna have to go Namless in Montana, and that's just wasn't right.